I got off at Velodromo expecting to see, well, a velodrome. Apart from that I was unsure what else would be on offer.

Of course, the velodrome is there although it was all locked up and there was no cycling action.

There are also a number of astroturf soccer fields and there were a few social matches going on. I felt the long-haired goalkeeper in a Slipknot shirt was probably the key player in the match I watched for a while.

All in all it was a bit of a sporting wasteland and I didn’t see too many inspiring photo opportunities although with any reputable sporting wasteland comes a sports-shoe cemetery. I took a few shots of sneakers in their post-halcyon (deceased) mode.

I roamed over to the other side of the station and was intrigued by a banner proselytizing ‘Bazar del Niño Dios’ (Bazaar of the Child God) so I wandered over to investigate. Bizarre!

I went to one of the stands and got some snaps of the Christian ‘child Gods’.

It was the next stand, however, that I found more interesting.

The super-friendly stand owner Patrica (child God maker) is an adherent of the Yoruba religion which originates in Nigeria and certain parts of Benin and Togo.

She happily explained a little about the religion to me.

She makes dolls representing Orisha, which is a deity reflecting a manifestation of Olódùmarè (God).